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  • Check the verse before last on Misunderstood. Twista goes off sick ass flow.

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    • True story...
      Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
      Skilling, killing, illing
      I'm able and willing
      Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
      Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
      This ain't a real war, Vietnam ****
      World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
      Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
      Sex, scampling and booz, and all the **** is amusing
      Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
      I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
      Special OP, Huey chopper gun ****, run ****
      **** run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill ****
      Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
      Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
      I'm in it to win it, get it
      The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
      The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
      A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
      Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
      It's heating up, a hundred degrees
      The enemy's the North Vietnamese, ***** please
      Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
      Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
      till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
      Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
      Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
      Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
      They want to harm us
      They all up on us
      Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
      To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
      Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
      Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
      Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
      I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
      I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
      I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
      I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
      Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
      I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
      I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
      I escaped the war, came back
      But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
      Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic
      Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
      My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
      Cause in life, God take, God give

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      • I'm tasteless, there's beauty in strange places
        I find beauty in razors
        I find beauty in blood drippin from ya faces
        I find beauty in the Qur'an and all of its Aramaic equations
        I find beauty in twelve gauges
        I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is,
        I find beauty stainless steel,
        that can kill and reveal the front of your grill
        Your brainless

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        • "It's the broadstreet bully and the killa with no face, my mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase"
          Last edited by CrackYourJaw; 12-22-2009, 01:18 PM.

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            • It go punch, shoot, stab, kill
              Smoke this, sniff that, *****, pass the pills
              *****z rappin' 'bout daffodils, tree-hugger
              That's when the gat slap ya grill: P mug ya
              My defense is offense, offense is nonsense
              Drunk with a kufi on, prayin' to Allah bent
              Clark Kent with the glasses off
              Power-****in' Lois Lane cuz her ass is soft
              Kryp-to-nite, but I'm a Blood today
              Latin King tomorrow, keep it caliente
              I send Spanish *****z to visit ya label
              Rep for mi gente, and take ya digital cable
              The god hard body, y'all ain't physically able
              To test me, I'm Jet-Li—this whippin' is fatal



              Sean Price

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              • I'll just edit this from time to time.

                Some of my favorite lines:

                Kool Keith

                "Microwave up your big mac with a dead rat" -Favorite line of his

                "With 27 dead people in Pontiac Michigan, 28 in Denver, 28, I can't remember"

                "While y'all talk gangster, I push body parts in shopping carts"

                "Star struck with one buck your girl look like Donald Duck"

                "Gettin' your hair sowed in, cause your facial expression look like a ****in rodent"

                Nas

                "I switched my motto, instead of saying **** tommorow, that buck that bought the bottle could have struck the lotto"

                Favorite verses

                Artist:Cormega
                Song:Live ya life

                verse:
                You had an addiction
                It was so clear
                Child welfare came into your home and apprehended your children
                Now you faced with a decision
                What ya love more : simulation or your children?
                The Choice is yours, In the presence of evil
                you started sniffin', Boy you was scared of them needles
                Your man died from sharin' with people
                You know that dope good if you said it's diesel
                but now you staring at your kids room, and it don't seem true
                It's sunny outside but it don't seem blue
                You got kids who need you
                What you gonna do?
                The only way you gonna make things right -
                Is to get yourself together and Live Ya Life...

                Artist:Scarface
                Song:This Can't be life

                verse:
                Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
                I got a phone call from one of my nigs
                Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids
                And when I heard that I just broke into tears
                And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is
                But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
                So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
                Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two
                Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars
                Lovin your kids just like he was ours
                And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
                I just know that heaven'll open these doors
                And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this
                God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
                Who loves all and hates not one
                And one day you gon' be wit your son
                I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
                But heaven knows I woulda been wrong
                I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
                It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
                This can't be life
                Last edited by the traveler; 12-24-2009, 02:26 AM.

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